With the boxes packed and collected and the students all in Nottingham spening what was left of their money, I managed to get away to the nearest pub ten minutes before half time. "What's the score?" I texted my brother as I left the campus gates. "1-0. All over them," came the quick reply. "Get in! Nolan," went the next message, and I was still a hundred metres from the pub. "Three!" he texted as I opened the door.
Fortunately, Andy Carroll had saved the best for last. Where are your painted bedsheets now, Villa fans?
some of the Berlin Toon Army only joined us at half-time, fearing that they'd missed all the fun.
ReplyDeleteGlad 'that boy Carroll' saved some for them...
Happy Sunday.
Barring the obvious, that couldn't have happened against a better team.
ReplyDeleteSnigger :)
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